mountaintops

This weekend, I got to go to a scholarship competition at Covenant College! (results pending) I woke up this morning in the dorm where I was staying, and when I looked out the window, I saw the most beautiful sunrise over the mountains. If anyone is not familiar with Covenant, it is located right at the top of Lookout Mountain in Georgia, and it is a beautiful place! It must be so inspiring to live on a mountain all the time!

Anyway, as I was soaking in the morning, some lines came to me and this poem was born. It is about the mountains in the morning, and also about me kind've reconnecting with God this weekend. I have been experiencing a lot of anxiety, especially lately for this competition, but God has given me peace because of His never-failing love for me. He is always good, even when I am not!


Mountain morning,
Still as sleep,
With veil of mist
O'er valleys deep.
Her pink will fade
As shining new,
She wraps the world
In lightest blue.
Another world
Could not compare
With wonders I
Have seen up there.

She yawns and stretches
Toward the sun,
Peak pointing to
The Mighty One.
As darkness clears
To brilliant light,
New worlds appear
And flood my sight
With visions of
His majesty-
What love He's lavished
Upon me!

Mountaintops
The fog peak through,
Til all I see
Is clear and true.
Uncertainty
And doubt and fear
Are left below,
Can't touch me here.
Yes, all my fears
Are cast away
By love's pure light
And radiant day.

His tender care,
So soft and sweet,
In rolling hills
And mountain steep.
His glorious works
I see anew,
Brisk winter air
And mountain view.
How beautiful
His artistry-
What love He's lavished
Upon me!

beautiful

Your eyes were downcast,
Your face painted with a sadness
I had not seen before,
But I still thought you were beautiful.

You shook your head.
You said it's just who I am
To find beauty in sadness.
And maybe it's true

That I love the books
With tragic endings,
That I find it captivating
The way a tear rolls down your cheek.

I don't know,
Maybe I love the things that hurt
Because I've seen the way
That love itself can hurt,

Or maybe I'm just crazy.
But either way,
You are a thing that hurts,
And I love you.

There is sadness inside your bones,
But each part that has built you
Has made you what you are,
And what you are is beautiful.

story

How can I write a story
When I don't understand my own?
How can I create a character
When I am not fully known?

How can I give them words to speak
When mine never leave my tongue?
How can I make an ending
When I've only just begun?

Perhaps I write not because I know-
But because I'm searching for
In the words my own reflection,
My own story wrapped in yours.

the world through glass

Some pictures from an icy day <3